Continuing on, he saw a stall surrounded by a large crowd. The voice of what seemed to be the owner drifted out from inside.
"…Don't worry, you're getting more, not less. Two pounds of Exotic Beast Flesh for five Spirit Crystals, and you're still trying to haggle with me…?"
"Hey, keep your hands off that. Just tell me how much you need, and I'll cut it for you… Look, don't worry. These are Exotic Beasts I raised myself. I'm here selling every day. Go on and ask around—is there anyone here who doesn't know me!?"
Curious, Cheng Zongyang made his way to the less crowded area behind the stall and peered inside.
He saw a middle-aged man, his powerful torso bare, cutting chunks of meat on a large block.
With a single stroke, his cleaver rose and fell, cleanly slicing off a piece of meat that seemed to be the perfect weight. He quickly snagged it with a hook fashioned from a long iron spike and handed it to the customer.
